Turmoil
When turmoil surrounds me I sometimes internalize it:it becomes inner turmoil. Then I get used to it.I get habituated. I get addictedto my own chaos and uncertainty.But once, on a stormy point—waves crashing—some seagulls found a spot to sit on the waterwhere the waves never broke. They rested.God, give me grace to be at peace, even in the storm,to let the turmoil pass over me like wind,to know the upheaval is not mine,to trust that within any chaosthere is peace that is you—to rest, even in the storm. __________________Steve Garnaas-HolmesUnfolding Lightwww.unfoldinglight.netListen to the…
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